Love is a beautiful thing when it knows how to swing and it grooves like a clock but the hands on the clock tell the lovers to part and it's breakin' my heart to have to spend another day without him doo dooo doo doo I spend the night in a chair thinking' he'll be there but he never comes then I wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes and I rise, to face another day without him It's just no good anymore when you walk through the door of an empty room then you go inside and set a table for one it's not fun to spend another day without him We burst the pretty balloon took us to the moon such a beautiful thing but it's ended now and it sounds like a lie If I said I'd rather die, than be without him Love is a beautiful thing when it knows how to swing and it grooves like a clock but the hands on the clock tell the lovers to part and it's breakin' my heart to have to spend another day without him